Tyrandy Reposted

Episode 10 *I'm in love with (my best friend)*《Part 2》

From the 3-parter "I'm in love with (my best friend)"
By valkysrie on ao3
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I'm tired, You're lonely

Tyrone stood up and looked at his best friend in shock. Her eyes filled up with tears and she ran out of the church.

"Tandy, wait!" He screamed. Everyone was staring at him. A mix of sadness and regret filled his chest.

He looked at his wife by his side and tears filled her dark eyes. "Tyrone." Her voice, so small and soft. There was something off about it, maybe the fact that it wasn't Tandy's. How could he have been so stupid. He didn't love Evita, not in the way he should and definitely not in the way she deserved. "I understand if you wanted to go after her. I wouldn't hold it against you." She was holding his hand now, her soft skin melting into his and he wished, more than anything, that she was the woman he loved more than life itself. He wished he could be everything to her and her to him.

"I won't do that to you." She laughed, a sad, throaty laugh, as tears sprinkled from her beautiful eyes. He had never felt worse, but was sure she was feeling it ten times more.

"I'll do it to myself, then. I can't spend the rest of my life with someone who wants to spend the rest of his with someone else." He had never seen her so sad. He wished he could reset everything, make it right somehow.

"Evita, I'm so sorry. I don't know what to say or do."

"Don't say anything to me. Go after her, Ty." She let go of his hand and smiled the saddest smile he had ever seen. It broke his heart a million times over. "It's okay." He knew she was lying. It wasn't okay. Nothing about this was okay. "Go."

He kissed her cheek, his tears mixing in with hers, and told her he loved her one last time.

Once outside, he realized it had started raining. He mind went to Tandy. She was probably freezing. He wondered where she went. He cursed himself for leaving his phone inside of his dressing room but he couldn't go back there now. Not after he had humiliated Evita in front of her family and friends. He wished he loved her in that way. He wished he loved her more than he did Tandy. It'd be easier that way. He just wanted things to be easy.

He wondered how long Tandy had been holding that in until it inevitably sprung out. He vaguely remembered her telling him she loved him when he gave her the invite to the wedding. She seemed so sad then, and so tired. He should've seen this coming. He should've known her like he had his whole life. He was always able to tell what she was thinking. Why was this time so different? His heart sank at the thought of her hiding herself from him. She had to have been doing this for months, since he announced the engagement. He should've known. Deep down, he thinks he did. He thinks he probably always been in love with Tandy, some part of him, all of him. Who was he kidding, he had always been in love with her since they were kids. Her with her ballet slippers and him with his oversized hoodie. He always wondered why she carried those slippers around. He later found out they were the last gift her father gave her. He never asked about them again.

Tyrone let out a deep breath when he spotted her. She was sitting on the ground, her hair stuck to her face from the rain, her shoes in her hand, and her head in her hands. She looked like heartbreak. He didn't know how else to describe the imagine in front of him.

"Tandy?" She looked up quickly at his voice, her expression changing from sad to relieved to guilty. Her eyes were red from crying and he wanted nothing more than to hold her. Her lips blue from the rain. Her whole body was shaking and with a terrifying thought, he realized he did this to her. He hated himself for it. She didn't say anything, just cried more. He tried to hold her but she brushed him off. His heart broke. How did everything get so messed up? "Tandy, please, just talk to me. I'm so sorry."

Her eyes widened and she scooted further from him. "What do you mean you're sorry? You didn't do anything. I ruined your wedding, Ty. I don't even know where to begin?" She wrapped her arms around herself, obviously cold from the rain. He shrugged off his coat jacket and placed it around her. She gave him a half smile, her eyes welling up with tears once again. "Why are you being so nice? Why are you out here?" She stood up, her hands shaking as she pulled out her phone and sighed. "He's going to be here soon. You should go."

"Who?" He looked around confused. Another guilty expression over took her face.

"I called Liam." She swallowed.

"Tell him to turn around. I'm taking you home, Tandy. You can't be around him like this. You're too vulnerable." He knew it was the right thing to say when she sighed with defeat. Liam was a good guy, maybe too good of a guy. He didn't need to get involved in their crazy again.

"Okay." She breathed, her fingers moving swiftly across her screen. He smiled at her and when she smiled back he knew everything was going to be okay. They were best friends, family, nothing was going to change that.

They sat in silence as they waited for their ride. He called O'Riley, an old friend of theirs. He actually hadn't seen her since the academy. He figured now was as good a time as any. The rain finally stopped but Tandy's shaking hadn't. He wished he could help her more.

"You guys look like hell." Tyrone smiled as the car pulled to a stop right in front of them. "Explain later, get in before it starts to rain again." Ty grabbed Tandy's hand and helped her up. She smiled a grateful smile as she slide in the front seat of the car.

"Thank you." Tandy spoke, her voice raspy and tired. She sounded so sad. It kept breaking his heart over and over again to see her like this.

"Yeah, of course. I was around." They both knew it was a lie. She was never just around, especially after she decided to move three towns over and a two hour drive away. He appreciated the gesture nonetheless.

They drove back to Tandy's place. What used to be their place before he moved in with Evita. He wished, desperately, that he could go back and change everything. Never reconnect with Evita after high school, never move away from Tandy, and never marry someone who wasn't Tandy. He looked over at her in the front seat. Her head leaned against the window and she looked so tired. The drive was silent mostly, aside from the heater running and their heavy breathing. Brigid didn't say anything or ask anymore questions and he was grateful for that. He didn't want to explain anything.

They finally reached the house after a long ride and all got out except their old friend. "Thanks for the ride, let's try to keep in touch, alright?" He heard Tandy say as she leaned through the window to wrap her arms around her friend. O'Riley nodded and drove off.

"Let's go inside before this rain gets any worse, yeah?" Tandy nodded quietly, her steps frail as she walked through the front the door. He wondered why she hadn't locked it and if she did that often.

He hadn't been in her house since he handed her his wedding invitation months ago. It looked pretty much the same. It was messier though. He wondered if she was eating well. When they were roommates he'd always have to cook her food or remind her to eat and having her here, alone, worried him.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She looked at him wearily as he sat on her couch. She sat beside him and quickly wrapped a throw blanket around her body. She looked so small and safe in that moment.

"Why did you follow me?" He shouldn't have been surprised by the question, but he wasn't ready for whatever questions followed.

"It felt right." He shrugged. "You're my best friend."

Tandy rolled her eyes, shaking the blanket off of her and standing up. "Bullshit, Ty. It was your wedding. Why would you leave your wife to come after your friend. It doesn't make sense." She paused, her eyes widening slightly and he knew that she knew. "Unless-"

"Unless, I'm in love with you." He finished, his heart beating a million times per second. He was sure hers matched his and he knew that's how it should always be. Their hearts beating as one.

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